Thinking of how badly I want this person.
One day we accidentally have the same idea:
After some hours of editing, I put aside the keyboard and look at the clock; 2:30pm. My partner will be back soon, after his shift at the company is done. The last weeks have been tiring for them.
I have time to spare. I walk to the florist, buy their favorite. I walk back and step back in. I notice their shoes by the door and their figure busy in the kitchen, a bouquet of tiger lillies in a vase.
I gasp, they turn. We stare, and laugh. “Jinx!”
We hand each other our bouquets and I kiss them. For some reason, I think their favorite flowers are yellow tulips.
They go well with the tiger lillies, paired up in that vase together. Perhaps they were the flowers we had in our very humble private wedding.
Asexuality: complications
The hardest part about being in the acearo spectrum, is not the alienation or isolation feeling from the rest of people that feel attraction ‘normally’ and the experiences ‘everyone’ relates to. For me, the hardest part is the dating.
Because I actually want a relationship, I want the love and the romance! It’s not that I don’t, I just want it in a different way from what is expected of me, and I haven’t felt anything for anyone in about 6 years! It’s so incredibly frustrating, to hope for that love and know that the chances of me finding another asexual person who I actually feel attracted to and feels the same for me in such a tiny ass country, are minuscule. Or even just any person of any sexuality who is okay with me being asexual and won’t pressure me or feel bad about it or rejected or try to force me or ‘convince’ me into something.
I want the late night cuddles, laying in bed and watching moves together while we share popcorn, I want to hold hands when we’re out outside, go for a hug whenever we want or need to; I want us to turn the lights off and just hug each other in bed while we talk about silly things and giggle, I want to cheer them up when they’re sad and be supported in turn when I’m feeling down; I want to listen to them just talking and be able to smile and just stare dreamily as they do and say ‘I love you’, I want someone who can bear with my rants and the excitement in my eyes when I’ve just read or watched something great and look at me with love and not annoyance or boredom when I do.
I want to hold that someone in my arms tightly all the time, caress their hair, hold their hands, kiss their face when I think they look cute; I want to fluster them and make them stutter, I want us to just be able to walk into the room for a hug whenever, and just leave naturally; I want to hold their hand when we go skating and gently wipe their mouth if they’re eating messily; I want to make them laugh until they’re crying and laugh when they tell a joke; I want to defend them when they’re being put down by someone, I want them to hold my hand and be there to stop me from losing control when my family is treating me like shit, I want us to be there for each other in all ways that we can be.
I want us to kiss if we want to, never feel pressured to, I want us to wake up in bed together in the mornings, legs tangled and feet cold while we get up and make breakfast; I want us to bake cookies together and then get takeout when we’ve forgotten to cook dinner; I want to come home to a dinner in the fridge and someone waiting for me in the couch so we can go to sleep together; I want them to sit on the shower and just let me wash their hair gently; I want to write them little love letters and litter them around the house so they can find them while they clean, I want them to give me flowers when I’ve accomplished something or just because they wanted to; I want us to sleepover and just be close in a non-sexual intimate way; I want to lay my head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat to fall asleep and hold you tight in my arms, just to make sure you’ll be there when I wake up.
But finding love like that is just too hard in these times, and statistically, ny chances are really fucking small. I might have better luck with online dating or if I live in another, bigger country for a while, but that doesn’t make me feel better.
Sometimes the fear of never finding that someone for me just brings me such despair I lay down to cry on my pillow.
Me with my fantasy novel lmaooo
Holy f shit I watched A Whisker Away. The storytelling was… lacking, for a better word. Literally. It was so… lacking.
Like, it was trying to do a lot but couldn’t handle it. The whole narrative felt kind of fumbling, like an outlined script that didn’t quite get cleaned up.
Not only that, but the protagonist is…. Troublesome doesn’t cover it. She’s a red flag. She stalks Hinode, enjoys being touched by him even though there is no consent there and does the same to him, doesn’t really consider his feelings when acting, etc etc.
Some scenes really really IrKEd me, or rather, disturbed me. There’s a particular scene where Hinode touches between her legs (as a cat). And the expression they give her is just … I have no words. The protagonist is a literal child!! A CHILD! Wtf script writers????!!!
….
Not only her as a character, but the whole story’s writing and pacing was waaaaaaY off. What were they trying to do? Say ‘oh even if you have it bad, you gotta appreciate the human experience’????? I don’t even know where to begin with that….
They say that her mother abandoned her, but no actually no, because later they show she didn’t. Sort of??? It seems like they werenmt even sure what to do with the other characters to make her struggles seem genuine. She has a stepmother who she has lived with for years and has always tried to care for her and communicate with her, but Muge hates her for no reason apparently????? She also hates her father even though he is barely in the f movie and is barely mentioned??? What even are her struggles that she wants to be a cat so badly???
None. None really, because the writing did a terrible job of actually trying to portray them. She ends up coming across not as a relatable young girl who has a deep crush and wants the boy to like her and has trouble at home but she tries to be happy anyways; she comes across as entitled, stalker, obsessed girl who’s detached from reality and willing to do anything (even knowing the consequences) to get what she wants.
Wow. I could go waaay deeper into this. But in summary: this. Is. Not. A. Good. Movie.
Good animation doesn’t compensate for bad writing.
I wuv this
If I had a nickel for every time an ethereal being realized they're in love with the person they've been dating for centuries but still refuse to acknowledge as their friend, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that Neil Gaiman did it twice.
Drowning
I kinda liked it more without the black in the clothes, but oh well, too late. I like them both. I really really liked just the simple sketch version too, but my original idea was to do the lineart so I ended up doing it anyway. I really like his face, he looks a lot like a Renaissance statue; very expressive on its own.
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Great analysis, you read my mind. I agree, this movie is a masterpiece when it comes to writing and character growth, mostly representation of fears that stop us from living our lives to the fullest; being vulnerable, showing your weaknesses to others, is a natural, great fear.
As the say, there’s nothing scarier than being known, and allowing yourself to be known.
The amount of details and efforts Dreamworks just put into this comedy fairy tale spinoff movie.. even the whole soundtracks are so great..
All for you
“Anything else to add my love, Countess ruler of my undead heart?”
“I shared the life of me so you may live. You are the best gift the world has ever given me. You will not die today, Eddie the Banished. Because if you did, I’d raze this place to the ground and myself down with it.”
[Excerpt from my thought library, where I spend most of the time writing an Eddie fic with a nonsense setting and simping for my bambi freak.]
Drowning
Let’s hold each other together as we cry, let’s stain the other with our tears.
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Me writing the most traumatic experience for my protagonist:
I KNOW WE ALL FREAKING LOVED THIS. But also. THE MUSIC. Like, we gotta talk about the soundtrack. The guitar flamenco style was just so beautiful and brilliant, you could dance to the soundtrack.
Aceness
Um guys. Fellow aroaces.
How the fuck do you find people to date?
Seriously, what f secret am I missing here?
I want love so badly.